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WEE LITTLE RHYMES 



WEE LITTLE RHYMES 


BY 

MARY D. BRINE 

AUTHOR OF “THE MERRY GO-ROUND,” “JINGLES AND JOYS,” “PAPA’S LITTLE 
DAUGHTERS SERIES,” “STORIES GRANDMA TOLD,” ETC., ETC. 



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739 & 741 BROADWAY, NEW YORK. 





The sky is crimson in the west, 

Your mate is looking for her nest; 

But still you sing your song so gay 
While softly fades the summer day. 

“ Good night,” you sing. “ Good night 
to all, 

To grown up folks and children small.” 
And soon you’ll fold your wings and 
rest 

All snugly in your own soft nest. - 






Little Miss Effie comes out from the store, O yes, out from the store ! 
Laden with presents, a dozen or more, O yes, a dozen or more ! 

Little Miss Effie, I pray you turn, and cheer up the two little hearts that 
For a share of the blessings you daily spurn. 

Do not be selfish, but try each day, 

To help somebody’s sorrow and trouble away, 

For Christmas should always be kindly and gay. 



DISAPPOINTMENT. 

Neddie caught 
A lot of fish, 

And home he went in glee. 
The bottom of 
The pail fell out, 

O, dear me ! 

How can I tell the mournful tale 
Of Neddie and his old tin pail. 


Neddie didn’t know it, though, 
And so his heart was glad ; 

He hoped to eat fried fish for tea- 
Wasn’t it sad ! 


But when at last he 
A tear stood in his 
He looked within his e: 
And heaved a 


And thus must end the doleful tale, 
Of Neddie and his old tin pail. 




WHAT WE THINK ABOUT IT. 

No doubt she thinks she is playing a tune ! 

But we think mamma will go wild very soon. 
Such a banging and bumping ! 

And rattling and thumping ! 

Our poor little Maggie is making to-day, 

As over the keys she is racing away ! 

O, Maggie,do stop ! such adiscord you’re making, 
You’ve set all our nerves a-tingling and shaking; 
Just wait till some day when you know more, 
my dear, 

And you’ll be a fine pianist indeed ; never fear. 


BE KIND TO THE AGED. 

Be kind, little children, wherever you go, 

To the poor and the aged, for do you not know 

The dear, loving Saviour has bidden us share 

Our blessings with all who know trouble and 
care ? 

Be kind and be the -ghtful ; make sunshine 
each day, 

For the weary and tr abled ones passing your 
way. 

And you may be sur } Heaven’s blessing will 
rest 

In your own hearts forever, a heavenly guest. 


PUNISHMENT. 

O, fie, you naughty Dolly, you’d better go to bed, 
And just lie there and think, with your night-cap on 
your head. 

How could you disobey me ! You’ll turn my hair 
all white ! 

My heart is almost broken for all you’ve done to-night. 
No, no, I will not kiss you, you needn’t ask me to. 
Could any mother kiss such a wilful child as you ? 
Of course I love you, dearie, as a good mother should, 
But I punish you, my child, for your own little good ! 



“ STAND UP, SIR!” 


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Stand up and beg for it, doggie, do ! 

Or not a drop will I give to you. 

I mind my mamma, and always say 
“ Please, mamma, give me some food to-day.” 
You’re such a proud old doggie I see, 

You’re far too proud to be begging of me. 

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SIDE BY SIDE. 

Little heads with tangled curls 
On the pillow laid to rest ; 

Little lips so soft and warm, 

By a loving mother pressed. 
Snowy eyelids hiding now, 

Eyes of blue and eyes of brown ; 
Have the angels kissed those eyes 
Softly thus to close them down ? 

Little hands are folded now, 

Tired with the merry day ; 

Little dimpled feet so still, 

Tired with their weary play. 

Little darlings side by side, 
Smiling in your happy sleep. 

May the sweet dream angels 


come 

Tender watch o’er you to keep. 

Mother’s lips have kissed good-night 
Mother’s hands have tucked you in ; 
Mother’s loving prayers shall shield 
Little loving hearts from sin. 
By-and-by when morning comes — 
Little eyes shall wake to see 
Mother’s face and tender gaze 
Watching still so 


patiently. 


GRANDMA’S BROTHER. 




FOUR LEAF CLOVER. 


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Grandma’s brother was “ such a rogue,” 

So Grandma says to me, 

As now she sits in her easy chair, 

With aged face, and soft gray hair, 

So old she’s grown to be. 

And now she talks of “ auld lang syne,” 

When her limbs were young and strong like mine, 
And her brother wore a coat so fine, 

“ And was naughty like you," says she, 

As she shakes her head at me. 


SEARCHING in the meadow grass 

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For the four leaf clover; 
unt away, each little lass, 

Look the whole field over, 
if'ou may search from morn till night, 
Ere you find your treasure ; 
til the “luck” ’twill bring to you, 

Is — patience without measure. 


Searching in the fragrant grass, 
Something else you’re finding, 
While you look for clover-leaf, 
Trouble never minding. 
Something else, guess what it is. 

Ah, you do not know it? 

A very happy heart, apiece, 

Your merry, bright eyes show it. 


THE MEWSICAL PAIR. 

Two kitty cats one time I knew, 

No sooner had they learned to mew, 
Than down they sat to think and think, 
(With many a wise and sober blink) 
What they could do so grand and fine, 
To make them with great fame to shine, 


One day, one day, 

Those cats, said they, 

With sudden manner 
Blithe and gay, 

“ As street mewsicians we will see 
How famous we shall shortly be ! 
Meow ! Meow ! ” 


They pondered o’er and o’er. “Ah me ! 
Where can the road to fortune be ? ” 
They asked the dog, he shook his head, 
“You’d better go catch mice !” he said, 
“ And don’t disgrace the family 
By seeking fame so uselessly ! 

(Bow-wow ! ”) 


So off they started one fine night, 
With voices tuned and pitched aright ; 
One howled soprano, while her friend, 
With alto loud the air did rend. 

But people in the neighborhood 
Seemed not to think 
The concert good ; 

Oh, no ! 

They gained no pennies 
For their cup, 

But many a window 
Did fly up, 

While bootjacks speedily flew out, 

The concert cats to kill or rout. 

Ah, me ! ah, my ! it was a pity, 

In all that great and glorious city, 

No person — (wasn’t it a shame ?) 
Helped those poor kitty cats to fame ! 
What woe ! 







THE SQUIRRELS' TRICK. 

What do you think of a boy and 
girl 

Who went to walk one day, 

And laid themselves beneath the 
trees, 

To yawn the hours away ? 

Now to the apple-tree above 

Came little squirrels two, 

Said they — on mischief full in- 
tent — 

“ Here’s something we can do. 


‘ We’ll pelt these lazy little folks, 

With apples by the score, 

And never cease till they, at last, 
With bumps are covered o’er.” 

So down, down, down the apples fell, 
Around about each side ! 

Till squirrel No. i beheld 

Jack’s round mouth open wide. 


Then squirrel No. 2, and he, 
Shook down one apple more. 

It hit poor Jackie on his nose, 
And spoiled his sweetest snore ! 




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‘sure you won’t tell?” 


PARTING WORDS. 

“ Now you’re sure you won’t tell ? ” “ Not I, oh, no ! ’ 

“And you’ll keep it a secret?” “Wherever I go.” 


“Well, then — Charlie told me, — but oh, dear me ! 
I — guess I won’t tell it ; I dare not, you see ! ” 


“MERRY CHRISTMAS. 



Christmas comes but once a year, 

I wish old Santa Claus lived here. 

I’d like new presents every day, 

And then I’d give the old away 
T o children who are poor and sad, 

And don’t have much to make them glad. 
If Santa Claus came every day, 

I’d help him give his gifts away ; 

And there are plenty I could find. 

To whom I’d love to be so kind. 


ORPHANS. 

We are so lonely, sister and I ! 

Sometimes, indeed, we are ready to cry 
When we see other children with dear mammas, 
And brothers and sisters with kind papas, 

While we have none: If our parents were here, 

We would never grieve them, or cause them a tear, 
But we’d try our best to be always good, 

As children who love their dear parents should. 




“DEAR BABY.” 

little baby swing high, swing low, 

“ D ” is for darling, don’t you know ? 

“ D ,s is for dearie, dove, and dear, 

“D ” is for dumpling, too, that’s clear, 

And what are jjw* but a dumpling, pray? 
And a darling and dearie every day, 

And cooing to mamma your words of love, 
You’re just a dear little cooing dove. 

Dear Baby ! 


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O, POOR DOLLY! 

She was a pretty dolly ! Her eyes were china blue, 

And her hair — well, let me see — of a lovely carrot hue, 

And her mouth was, O, so rosy ! like a lovely scarlet bean ; 
In fact, no prettier dolly was ere in this world seen. 

But, O ! boo-hoo ! boo-hoo ! Whatever shall we do ? 

For our dolly’s killed and dead, and her head is split in two ! 




DOT AND TOT. 

Dot and Tot must go to school, 
There must be no delaying ! 

The little rogues have really 
had 

Too much of idle playing. 

So, now, we’ll pack them off to 
school, 

And set them down to book 
and rule. 




Off they go with sober face, 

And little hearts half broken, 

And many a doleful step they take, 
Before a word is spoken ; 

Then Dot, says she, and Tot, says he, 
“I wish big folks would let us be ! ” 


Now school is out, and home they come, 
The little man and maiden ; 

Their eyes are bright, and each wee heart 
With happiness is laden. 

For Tot and Dot, now school is o’er, 

Can go to merry play once more. 



NAUGHTY GIRL. 
Naughty girl, how can she frown, 
And look so cross to-day, 

When her sister kindly tries 
To make her smile and play ? 
Naughty girlie, let the smiles 
Chase the frowns away. 



A BOWL-FULL. 

“ Mine’s hot, is yours ? ” “ Yes.” 

“ This is better than pie, I guess.” 
“Wait a moment, let me see : 
Mamma gave you more than me ! ” 

“ Never mind, who cares ! not we ! ” 


THE BROOM BRIGADE. 



The Broom Brigade ! away they go, 
With stately step, precise and slow, 
Willie, Jamie, little Sue, 


Intent on plenty of work to do. 

They’ll clean the house from top to toe, 
Then off to play they’ll gladly go. 


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WINTER TIME. 


Here’s the winter come again, 
Heigh ho ! for Winter time ! 
Little readers, one and all, 

Let us welcome it in rhyme. 
Winter is the time for sport — 

But O ! the bushes are so bare, 
One cannot find a pretty bud 
Upon the branches anywhere. 
But ice there is, for winter’s play, 

And boys can skate, the live-long day ; 
And little girls on sleds may go, 

With boys to “ play at horse,” you know. 
And oh, what fun to play together 
With snowballs in the frosty weather ! 

It makes the children’s cheeks so red. 

(Jack Frost the painter, is, ’tis said,) 

And while their hearts are glad and light, 

You’ll find their eyes are always bright. 

But pretty buds and leaves so green 
Must wait till ice no more is seen. 

Birdies like the winter, too, 

Tho’ trees are bare and leaves are few. 

In the snow they like to dig, 

E’en tho’ it be a snowball big. 

So boys and girls, and birdies too, 

Much sport may Winter bring to you ! 


MAMMA’S LITTLE ASSISTANTS. 


Bringing home the wash, 

To help Mamma to-day. 

Tripping o’er the meadow, 

With little hearts so gay. 

They live just in the cottage, 

Underneath the hill. 

But they help Mamma in working, 

With earnest heart and will. 

“We’re Mamma’s assistants !” 

They will say to you. 

And looking at their faces, 
We know their tale is true. 



“LITTLE COMFORTER.” 




Did the hornet bite her brother ? 
So it did, the naughty thing ! 

• And her little lips, so tender, 
Will remove the awful sting ! 


Did it hurt him very badly ? 

Yes, it did. O dear ! O dear ! 
Isn’t he a lucky fellow, 

To have little sister near? 


O, she’s just a little comfort, 

And she’s quick to understand, 
There is nothing, quite, like kisses, 
Sweet, to heal her brother’s hand. 


So the naughty wasp can’t hinder, 
The two children from their play, 


And no other bad thing happens, 
All throughout the happy day. 


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HAPPY LITTLE 
PEOPLE. 


Happy little people, 
Playing in the sun, 

From the early dawning 
Till the day is done ! 
Happy little people, 
Loving so each other 
That Sissie’s never happy 
L T nless she’s with her bro- 
ther. 

Brother’s never merry 
When Sissie is away. 

And “Happy Little Peo- 
ple ” 

They always are at play. 




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YOU GO FIRST! 

“You go first, for I’m afraid ! ” 

Timid little Jessie said. 

“ There are cows in yonder lane, 

They chased us once, and will again.” 

“ Pooh,” said Johnny, “follow me ! 

I'll keep the cows away, you’ll see ! ” 

The cows gave just one glance that way. 
And two scared children ran , that day. 


HUNTING EGGS. 

Hunting eggs one summer’s day, 

Charlie boy, and little May, 

What do you think our Charlie found, 

Where once were twelve eggs, white and round ? 

Twelve wee fluffy, downy things, 

With dainty feet and tiny wings. 

Said May, “ Whoever heard of eggs, 

That ran about on yellow legs ? ” 





THE SERENADE. 

Two little girls went out one day, 
A little music sweet to play, 

To butterflies, and birds and bees, 
And e’en the squirrels in the trees. 


A lazy snail came creeping by, 

And paused to listen, on the sly — 

A hungry rooster came along — 

And the snail never heard the end of that song. 
(Too bad !) 





“THERE’S PAPA!” 

There’s papa ! I see him standing over there ! 

Look, mamma, he’s buying some candy, I declare ; 
Candy for “ his darling,” that is /, you know ; 

Is it at any wonder I love my papa so ? 

I was tired of waiting : I thought he’d never come, 

But now he’s buying candy, and going to give me 
some ; 

I’ll wait for him forever, and very patient be, 

For something’s coming quickly with my papa to me. 


Only a worn out shoe, 

But then I guess it will do. 




We’ll build our nest and “ at home ” will be, 
Till the neighbors have called upon you and 

me. 


“MY NEW HOOPLE!” 

Mamma bought it for me 
To trundle o’er the ground. 

I like' my pretty hoople, 

It is so large and round. 

I’m six years old 
This very day. 

Quite big enough to run and play. 



THE LITTLE HOSTESS. 

My Mamma will soon be down, sir, 
She’s pretty busy now, 

But I will entertain you, sir, 

As well as I know how. 

Yes, sir ; my dolly’s pretty well ; 

I’ve got a little kitty. 

Do you have toys for little girls ? 
Do you live in the city? 

No, sir ; I never cry at all, 

’Cept a few times a day ; 

I wish Mamma would hurry down, 
’Cause / would like to play. 

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THE YOUNG NEIGHBORS. 


“ Hallo ! how do you do, my dear ? 

I wonder what brings you out here ? ” 

“ I came to have a look at you, 

Dear little calf, how do you do ? ” 

Then calf’s mamma, and May’s mamma, 
Thought, — “ wonder where those children are?” 


MISS GREEDY. 



Two at a time ? for shame ! for shame ! 

“ Little Miss Greedy,” is your name. 

That all the children may see how you look, 
I’m going to put you, my dear, in a book. 

None, I’m sure would call you pretty — 
Indeed, they’d say it was quite a pity 
So greedy a girl should have a share 
Of apples so round and sweet and fair. 

Do be careful, my little dear, 

Your mouth will stretch out of shape, I fear; 

Even pussy is growing afraid 

To see you so greedy, my selfish maid. 

Two at a time ! for shame ! for shame ! 

Little Miss Greedy is your name. 


SO NEAR, YET SO FAR. 

If only I could catch you, 

You most provoking ball, 

I’d tie you so you couldn’t 
Fly away at all. 

O, may be you are thinking 
That, like the birdies, you 
Can fly away and frolic 
Up in the sky so blue. 

Come back and take me with you, 
I’ll hang upon the string, 

And a funny birdie I shall be 
With a big balloony wing. 








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LITTLE GOSSIPS. 



O, what in the world is the secret about ? 

I wonder, indeed, if ’twill ever leak out ? 
Such a nodding of heads, 

Of all colors and sizes, 

Such an opening of eyes 
As tho’ wondrous surprises 
Were being discussed by this gossiping party, 
Whose “ohs” and whose “ahs” 

Are provokingly hearty. 


Is it Lucy’s new bonnet, or Tommy’s new hat ? 
If it isn’t of this, is it, tell me, of that ? 

Is it all about doughnuts ? 

Or apples and cake ? 

Or of some wondrous pie 

That cook Bridget will bake ? 

Or may be, in fact, I am sure it is this, 

Some one saw Master Bobby 
Give Katie a kiss ! 


“TICKETS FREE. 


Hi diddle, diddle, 

Says the “ cat in the fiddle, 
Three babies in bed, 

And one in the middle. 

I’ll call all my cousins 
To come to my aid, 

And give to the sleepers 
A grand serenade. 


And no fine Thomas Concert, 
That ever should be, 

Can rival the song 
Of such singers as we. 

So hi diddle, diddle, 

With feelings intense, 

We’ll warble our sweetest 
Upon — the back fence. 





OVER THE BROOK. 

Over the brook goes Patty wee, 

You’d think she was going to cross the sea; 
She takes a step, then stops to think, 

While the ripples flow over as quick as a 
wink ! 

Poor, timid, wee Patty ! by hook or by 
crook, 

I trust she will sometime cross the brook. 


I FELL DOWN. 

“ I fell down, but I didn’t get hurt, 

But what do you think mamma will say ? 
For I got my dress all covered with dirt, 
And I just was fixed to come out and 
play.” 

“ O, poor little sister ! I’m sorry for you ! 
But mamma will love you whatever you 
do !” 




THE WALL-FLOWERS 

Walking in my garden, one pleasant sunny day, 

Looking at the flowers blooming, bright and gay, 

I suddenly discovered the choicest lot of all, 

Growing right beside me, above the garden wall. 

Dainty little wall-flowers, who watched me on my walk, 
And the funniest thing was this, that they all began to talk. 















ON THE BEACH. 


Who wants to buy my little ship, 
And sail it o’er the sea ? 

I will exchange with anyone 
Who’ll give a dime to me. 

Come, Master, you its captain are, 
And Sis its mate shall be. 

The ship we’ll call the “ Nancy Lee,’ 
And I can be the “ crew,” you see. 

And o’er the waves we’ll sail in glee. 
If you will buy the ship from me. 



THE BROTHER WHO “WAS SORRY.” 
Sorry ? yes indeed ! 

Surely he had need 

To ask his little sister 
To forgive him for his wrong. 

He only meant to tease, 

But repented on his knees. 

And the quarrel and the sorrow 
Were over before long. 





A SONG 


Sing a song of summer-time— 
Summer-time so sweet ; 

Sing a song of daisies fair 
Which grow beneath our feet, 
Sing a song of flowers rare, 

In the meadows growing; 
Sing a song of grasses green 
In the breezes blowing. 


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Sing a song of birdies gay 
Singing in the trees ; 

Sing a song of maple-leaves 
Swaying in the breeze. 

Sing a song of all things bright 
With the summer coming, 
Birds, and flowers, fragrant air, 
And merry bees a-humming. 






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MARCH. 

Now don’t be afraid of the wind; what harm can it do, little 
girl ! 

Beyond blowing your dress about, and putting your hair out 
of curl ! 

The trees and the shrubs do not mind it, and why in the 
world need you ? 

For it only laughs at your fright, in spite of all you may do. 

Old March is having a frolic ; he loves to kiss little folks. 

And the only way to get on is to patiently bear his jokes. 

Or, whew ! when he gets angry, I tell you it is no hoax ! 


PAPA’S GLASS. 

Through papa’s glass, 

I see them pass, 

The ships upon the sea. 
Though far away 
They sail each day, 

This brings them near to me — 
My papa’s glass. 


I see the trees, 

Clear as you please, 

Upon the distant shore. 

To tell you true, 

I never knew 

That they were there before. 
And though I’m but a little 
lass, 

I love to look through papa’s 
glass. 



“PM SORRY!” 

“ I’m sorry, I am ! 

Let me get down ! ” 
Cries little Miss Betty, 
With tear and frown. 
No, Betty must sit 
In the corner awhile, 
Till she’s ready again, 

T o say with a smile , 
(And not a pout and a 
naughty frown), 

“ I’m sorry, I am ; let me 
get down ! ” 


“ OUR PAIL!” 

“ Say, Jack, let’s dig 

Clamshells nice and 
big.” 

‘ All right ; ’course 
we will, 

Our new pail to fill.” 

“ Ain’t you glad we’ve 
got a pail ? ” 

‘Yes, I am, that’: 

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For what we’d don ,J 
without it now, 

/ do not know, do you ? ” 

“’Tain’t Bridget’s pail at all, you know. 
But just our pail, Mamma said so.” 



BABY’S DOG. 



Baby’s dog, and doggie’s baby — 
Such a loving pair ! 

Each the other’s joys and sorrows, 
Willing is to share. 

Where you find the one, the other 
Surely will be there. 


THE LOST FORTUNE. 



“O, sister, I’ve lost my fortune, 

A nice big fortune, too ; 

It’s all I have in the wide, wide world ; 

Look for it, sister, do ! 

I lost it on the sidewalk, 

Half a minute ago, 

And if I do not find it, 

To the poorhouse 1 must go.” 


“ What was your fortune, brother? 

I’ll look with might and main ! 

I’ll sweep from here to London town, 
And then sweep back again, 

But what I’ll find it for you ; 

What was your fortune, pray?” 

“It was a bright new penny, 
Mamma gave me to-day.” 


BACK FROM THE PUMP. 



Back from the pump 
came Ben, one day, 

With water for his dear 
mamma ; 

For all the men about 
the house 

Were Bennie and his 
sick papa. 


So' Bennie all the er- 
rands ran, 

And helped his mother 
— little man — 

With cheerful heart and willing feet, 
And mother paid with — kisses sweet. 


AMUSING HER WEE LADYSHIP. 



O, Dear ! what can we do to amuse the baby to-day ; 
Come, children, and help me think at what shall we 
join in play : 

“ Ring around rosie ? ” we’re tired of that ; 

We can’t play “ Tag,” for we’re all too fat. 

O, dear ! let us play horse, baby can drive us all, 
And we must be careful very, or baby will have a fall. 
Five big horses all in a row ! 

See how willingly off they go ! 

O dear ! isn’t it fun ! (for baby , though not for us) ; 
And if we should pause to rest, why baby will make 
a fuss; 

“ Get up, horsey, go ’long ! ” says she, 

O, we are amusing her ladyship wee. 







Baby girl and baby chicken?, 
Out of doors together, 
Playing in the sunshine of 
The pleasant summer 
weather ; 

All so fine and pretty in 
Their dainty dress and 
, feathers, 

Baby girl and baby chickens 
Out of doors together. 


“ Cluck, cluck, cluck,” 

Says mamma hen ; 

“ What a pretty girlie ! 

Such brown eyes and rosy lips, 

And bonny hair so curly !” 

“Wee-wee-wee,” the chickens say, 

“ Let us run and meet her, 

And with just our sweetest songs, 
Merrily we’ll greet her.” 

“ Oh, oh, oh ! ” the baby cries, 

“ Let us play together ; 

Little chickies, birdies, hens, 
In the pleasant weather.” 


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